[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Darkness completely enveloped the neighborhood.

In the center of the street, a figure covered in black and semi-fluid lightly raised his hand, and the cries and mournful whispers of the undead were instantly blocked in the dragon's throat, turning them into meaningless and indistinct noises. .

She still remembers the smell!

Just yesterday, the master of this dark force attacked the earth. Heinciri mobilized hundreds of millions of undead to follow him far away, trying to wait until the earth fell, and rush into the battlefield to share the spoils.

But for some reason, when the undead were gearing up and eager to try, that powerful dark force suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The Valkyrie who merged with her summoned beast opened her eyes wide, "Who are you?!"

who am I?

Cyril's fingertips trembled slightly.

He is a fool who was once betrayed by his best friend, a new priest who stood on a high treetop and wept and vowed to destroy the undead, a teammate who fought side by side with the heroes of the earth, and the new successor of the dark lord.

"I am the one who will end you here today." Heiying said softly.

His voice sounded deep and majestic, as if it came from the sky, and it was also like the roar of hot magma under the earth's crust, shaking the air.

The giant dragon roared unwillingly. She clenched her claws tightly, controlled her mountain-like body, and jumped towards the figure that was darker than thick ink, trying to use her pure brute force to tear apart that hateful black shadow. film!

But before the sound of the wind between the claws arrived first, the mercury-like black substance flowed over silently, wrapping the dragon's body tightly.

Like a black hole devouring a star, all the light is annihilated in an instant, heroic and silent.

The Valkyrie looked around through the dragon's eyes.

It was too dark here, so dark that she couldn't even see her proud claws.

The giant dragon opened its mouth, its sharp teeth biting randomly towards the surroundings, like a poisonous snake grasped seven inches, it could only struggle helplessly and crazily.

But no matter how she attacked, there was no sound at all here, like a dead area.

It's ridiculous, how could the undead be afraid of death?

But Kandos really felt unprecedented fear in her heart, because she was gradually losing the connection between herself and the summoned beast.

When she swung her claws, she couldn't feel her claws moving.

As she flipped up and down, she couldn't feel where her body was.

This place seems to be really a black hole, which annihilates all matter, leaving spirit and consciousness as eternal prisoners.

In the darkness and silence, even the passage of time was also swallowed up, but the fear became more and more obvious, like a giant beast with its mouth open in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to explode and swallow her into its belly , Eat clean.

She could only use all her strength to spit out the power of the undead condensed in her body and soul into gray mist, covering her body.

It seems that only in this way can one slightly perceive the existence of the physical body.

But the more this is the case, the power of the undead who sacrificed countless low-level undead to drill through the barrier of the gods and transport them in will lose more and more quickly.Just like the little girl who lights a match in human fairy tales to create fantasies for herself, when the match goes out and turns into ashes, there is no precious fire as a shelter anymore.

She also died.

"Goodbye, Valkyrie Kandos," said the deep and majestic voice again. At this time, he slowed down his speech, like a king whispering in the middle of the night, "I salute your courage to die."

The dragon's body was completely swallowed, leaving only the indelible soul, wandering eternally and silently in the darkness.

A failed prisoner.

A lonely ghost who can never find a way out.

Whatever the horrors that Kandros and her dragons endured, it seemed to outsiders that it all ended so quickly, almost absurdly so fast.

Under the recording of the camera, we can only see the black liquid energy flowing from the nose and eyes of the supreme person in charge of "Brightness", wrapping his body, and spreading rapidly to the surroundings at the same time.

These mercury-like things avoided the humans and superheroes at the scene, avoided the energy shield outside the United Nations building, and then wrapped the entire block together with the terrifying undead dragon, like a crawling out of hell monster.

But before the humans present could wake up from the shock, the black mercury shrank rapidly, like asphalt that had been baked, solidifying and shrinking.

In less than five seconds, the originally shapeless black energy was tightened into a palm-sized ball, which was placed alone in the middle of the wide road, like a crystal glass ball used by witches in the Middle Ages for divination.

And Cyril, who caused all this, walked over slowly, held the crystal ball in his palm, and shook it lightly.

The round crystal ball immediately shattered into irregular pieces, continued to shatter, and finally turned into powder, falling into Cyril's palm.

Then a gust of wind blew by and disappeared completely.

Everything is so quiet, no one speaks, no one makes noise.

Even the sound of car horns many blocks away can be heard clearly.

The black mercury covering the surface of Cyril's body suddenly retracted from his ears, eyes, mouth and nose, and the delicate skin was illuminated by the right sunlight, turning white almost transparent.

He was still wearing the custom-made suit, and the dark gold checked tie was tied with a double Windsor knot, the color matching his hair.This attire properly outlines his figure, with flat shoulders and thin waist, long legs and hips, and a straight back, like a handsome human gentleman.

The first to react was the reporters hiding in the headquarters of the building. They controlled the drone installed with high-definition cameras and used it for shooting purposes, and they approached Cyril a little bit, wanting to take a clearer picture of him.

Of course, Cyril also saw the drone that was only the length of a human man's arm. He pointed his face at the camera with calm and sincere eyes.

"Our beliefs can only be proved by actions." His feet were in a pool of blood, with countless collapsed building ruins and dust behind him, and his teammates who fought side by side. "The Lost Legion is not an invincible enemy."

After finishing the statement that seemed to be full of pride when the new king was crowned, Cyril then laughed lightly, with a bit of distress in his voice: "I hope everyone will not dislike our founding ceremony for being too bloody."

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Although the founding ceremony was indeed too bloody, it took three days and three nights to clean up the dragon's blood that flowed on the ground.

But the ceremony was an unexpected success.

Polls conducted by various organizations show that the support rate of "Brightness" in the United States has reached an unprecedented 80.00%.In view of the fact that the American people are naturally rebellious and instinctive, and the government and various authoritative organizations do not deal with it, the support rate of "Brightness" in the world will only increase.

It was a grand show, and the audience willingly paid for the tickets.

On the same day, Xi Ruier, who was the top person in charge, did not direct the aftermath work at the scene, but locked himself in his office in the "Bright" base.

This office is not too big, but because of the simple layout, it looks very spacious and clean.

Cyril sat on the office chair covered with soft cushions, stared blankly for a while, got up and opened the bookcase on the left - the hidden compartment inside contained the wine that Tony gave him.

He opened the bottle of wine produced by the private winery under Tony's name. This bottle of wine has no name and no trademark, and only two barrels are produced a year. The wine is deep ruby ​​red, viscous and full-bodied Full-bodied and intense, with a long aftertaste.

While drinking, the elf's hand shook slightly, and the wine glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the blood-colored liquid stained the white wool carpet red.

The elf who was leaning on the chair took a few deep breaths, and his hands hung powerlessly on the sides of the chair.

In the eyes of others, he took care of the Valkyrie and the undead dragon almost effortlessly, but he knew in his heart that he was only temporarily borrowing the power of darkness that had no owner.

Because it is impossible for him to completely blend into the darkness like Dormammu.

If his desperate guess is correct, when enough fragments of the original power of the universe condense to form a new type of power, that power is the hope of completely eradicating the undead.

Cyril will not completely imprison herself in the power of darkness because of the power in front of him that is powerful enough to control the entire world, and lose the opportunity to fuse other powers.

More importantly, Master Gu Yi said that no matter what method and power is used to prolong the life that should have come to an end, it will end up in the same way and become an undead.

With the elf's lifespan, there is really no need to worry about this problem now, but if he is old and his will is no longer firm, will he also embark on this road of no return?

Just as the elf was silently suffering the side effects of using power, there was a knock on the thick door of the office.

"come in."

Cyril thought it would be Hobbs or Emily or a subordinate who came to report to him, but unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw Strange and Clark walking in side by side.

The supreme officer who was slumped on the chair sat up, adjusted his messy tie and suit jacket, and was a little curious: "Why are you two here?"

Strange shrugged his shoulders, and complained: "I came to talk to you about Dormammu, because I haven't made a new magic communication channel, so I can only come here in person, but who knows that I was stopped when I arrived downstairs Nope. Superman won't rest assured until he comes with me, as if he were your personal secretary."

Clark ignored Strange, and noticed the shards of the wine glass on the ground at a glance. He knelt down, picked up the glass pieces and threw them into the trash can, and said, "I just think that as the resident manager of the Justice League, , I am also qualified to understand the cause and effect of the matter."

"Sit," Cyril forced herself up, raised her finger and pointed to the chair opposite the desk, "You can ask whatever you want, and I will answer truthfully."

Strange unceremoniously pulled away the chair, brushed the scarlet cloak behind him, sat on the chair, and asked bluntly: "How did you master Dormammu's power? I thought you just killed he."

Cyril lowered her head and coughed softly, "It's probably like the gods pointed out a new path for me."

Clark, who didn't understand magic at all, was full of doubts: "God?"

"Master Gu Yi reminded me before his death that the reason why the undead are flooded is because the gods who should manage them are absent, and in my hometown, the gods have disappeared for a long time... As a person who has lived for more than 200 years I never saw a god until I was somehow sent to Earth."

Strange: "Wait, you're a bit off topic, I just want to ask about Dormammu."

Cyril pulled off his tie, unbuttoned a few buttons on his neckline, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"The Lost Legion has captured many universes. They have built military fortresses and entrusted planets to the management of advanced undead. The number is more than hundreds of billions. As long as the barrier of gods is completely broken, the earth will face a catastrophe. Since we cannot use conventional If there is no way to protect the earth, we can only start from the root.”

He didn't speak fast, and he paused for a while before continuing.

"I didn't come to Earth alone. I was accompanied by something called an 'auxiliary system', which provided me with various conveniences in fighting the undead. Through it, I could even connect to the auction house in my hometown and use the resources there. ...If I'm not mistaken, it can be called the "will left behind by the gods". Not long ago, I discovered that I can use it to collect various original forces of different natures in the entire universe."

Strange frowned: "Such as the Time Stone?"

Cyril nodded: "There is also Dormammu's dark power. But the difference is that I only took a small part of the Time Gem, but the dark power got all of it. If I want, I can always Replace Dormammu as the lord of the dark forces."

It was only when Clark heard this that he understood a little bit. He looked at the pale elf with undisguised worry in his tone: "But you didn't, did you?"

"Yes," Cyril nodded, "I just borrowed it briefly, and then returned the power of darkness. Compared to the Eye of Agamotto, which can manipulate time, there is also the Phoenix, which can devour and incinerate all energy and matter." The power, it is not a high-level power."

Hearing this, even Strange was already very curious: "What does the power of darkness represent?"

Cyril slowly opened the corners of her mouth.

"Boundless darkness, silence without any light... The core of the power of darkness is fear."

The tone of the elf's speech was so gentle that one could even think of the young poets reading poems by the Cambridge River in the last century, but Strange and Clark couldn't help feeling a little chill down their backs.

"You defeated the dragon with fear?"

Cyril shook his head: "After the Dragon King was turned into an undead pet, he only retained a little self-awareness, and it was difficult to defeat it with fear. The dark power devours the fear of creatures for a living. Dormammu chose to attack the earth yesterday, Not only because there was a handover gap between the supreme mages on earth, but also because human beings felt great fear after knowing that the undead were about to invade, which greatly enhanced Domamu's power. What I defeated with fear was to completely retain A Valkyrie with consciousness and logic."

Strange was still immersed in the complex relationship between Dormammu, the Ancient One and the dark forces, but Clark had already noticed something keenly.

"That is to say, only when the Valkyrie and the undead dragon are combined, can you defeat them?"

Xi Ruier picked up the new wine glass, his hands trembling slightly, but he still insisted on pouring wine for himself and the two people opposite.

"You can't say that, but to defeat a creature that has basically lost its self-awareness, you need to mobilize more dark forces and crush them. In this case, it will be difficult for me to separate from the dark forces, and maybe I will become the second Dormammu."

Strange swung his wine glass and took a sip.

"According to what you said, the Lost Legion raises a large number of low-level undead. Their spirits are numb and they only rely on instinct to live. The power of fear is very difficult to deal with."

Cyril suddenly had heart palpitations, his hands and feet were so cold that they seemed to be frozen by ice—this was his body purifying the power of darkness and the absorbed power of the undead, it could also be said to be an immune response.

"There is no single power that is omnipotent. If there is, the Lost Legion will not flood the entire universe."

Strange nodded in agreement, as a mage, he could understand the rules Cyril said very well.But suddenly, he thought of something, and pretended to be dissatisfied and said: "You obviously planned to force that bullshit Valkyrie to fuse with the dragon and then destroy them, and you didn't tell me in advance, causing me to use too much force today, and be punished." Throwing it onto the roof of the building, it almost broke my spine."

Cyril lowered her eyes, her thick pale golden eyelashes fluttered slightly, covering her green eyes, like a golden beam of light scattered on the lake.

He sighed vaguely, "I didn't tell you in advance because I believed that you could push the dragon to the brink and force the Valkyrie to merge with the summoned beast."

The divine whip of punishment drained all his mana.

If it wasn't because he believed in his teammates, he could have allowed these desperate heroes to consume the dragon in front of them, and didn't make a move until the last moment.That would be safer, but it would inevitably lead to greater casualties.

Even though these human beings have various abilities in Cyril's eyes, they are also uneven.But taking them as a whole, the elves still silently believe in their belief and strength in defending their hometown and the people in the dark.

Strange raised his head, drank the dry red wine that Cyril had poured into the goblet in a non-attached gulp, then put down the glass and said, "Since you said that, I will pay attention to help you observe other infinity wines in the future. The location of the gem."

Cyril was too tired to raise her arms at this time, so she could only smile and nod.

Just when the two mages exchanged information tacitly, and the human mage was about to chat a little more, Clark suddenly stood up and issued an order to evict the guest like a hostess.

"Dr. Strange, it's very late now. Cyril and I still have some things to discuss about the interior of the 'Light'. If there is nothing else, you should probably leave."

Strange looked up at the simple and elegant hanging clock on the wall.

It's only 06:30 in the afternoon.

Guangming, who claims to work 24 hours a day, gets off work so early?The dignified "Light" supreme officer, this is not as hardworking as their magic apprentices in Karma Taj.

When Strange, who was expelled, left, Cyril finally let go of her guard and closed her eyes completely.

After a few seconds, he felt himself being pulled into a broad embrace, and the sound of fiery and strong heartbeat surrounded the elf's keen hearing.

It was a very reassuring sound.

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